From Sean Bonney.
I’ve been thinking about the riots again lately. It seems to me, sometimes, that the week in which they happened has been compressed, buried somewhere in the distant past, and we’ve all been trapped within its shell. Nothing has happened since then, nothing at all – or rather, everything that has happened has been blind scratchings at the walls of that week, on and on, hurtling further and further back in time.
Elsewhere: abandoned buildings.